Today was Ansel Adams birthday. He passed away in 1984, right about the time that I gave up studying the piano and began studying boys. As Walt Disney was faithful to a mouse named Mickey, Ansel was deeply committed to his craft. If you never loved nature or mountains before, you could look at his photographs then fall hard and fast. I admire Ansel for never needing a “focus friend.” Whereas I sit down to write, then see a squirrel, then start chasing the squirrel. Ansel wasn’t like that. He spent 20 years churning out an amazing body of work. Happy Birthday Ansel! Unlike others, I did not need your pictures to love mountains. However, I do appreciate and admire you.
